Max was a man who had problems. He was never one to let his problems hold him back but he had to be realistic about what doors were open to him. When Max was a freshman in college a girl had accused him of sexual assault. It wasn't true and Max protested his innocence, but the university had a rule that the female accuser must be believed and Max was expelled.
If Max had let the case go he could have just moved on with his life, except that no other school would let him attend with that on his record. So he tried to sue the school. If everyone were going by the letter of the law then Max was probably going to win. But the university and the courts were corrupt. They had the police come and arrest Max to prevent him from pressing the suit.
Rape would have been a serious charge and one that would get a lot more scrutiny so they didn't go with that. Instead they accused him of domestic violence. Max just asked over and over again who it was he was supposed to have hit but they never told him. Of course they couldn't tell him, because it didn't fucking happen.
If Max had any thought that they would give him a speedy and public trial, he was kidding himself. He sat in solitary confinement for a year. He was never allowed any visitors and he never had a court date.
After a year of that a group of lawyers came to speak with him. They told him that he had a choice. He could admit to the DV charge and get out now, or he could say he was innocent and he could stay in jail to await trial in five years and at such trial the jury would declare him guilty. After his show trial he would be sentenced to even more time in jail and he could come back to this six by three cell and spend another twenty years at least.
Max knew the law was not going to free him. The law only existed to protect powerful assholes like the professors at the university or the leaders of the feminist movement. The law did not shield normal people when fuckers in government came after you.
This had taught Max a lesson he would carry out of this place. The law, government, and society were all a lie. The only thing that existed was violence and you were only going to have anything in life if you took it by force.
After finally being released Max discovered that his family and his former friends didn't want to have anything to do with him. They had all been told that Max raped some girl but did a plea deal to get it down to domestic violence.
It was also very difficult to find a job and of course no university or college would enroll him.
So how did Max earn a living? He stole. He really liked to steal from police officers. They had stolen a year of his life and arguably his future, so they owed him. He would break into a cop's house and just take everything. The guns were the most profitable thing.
Max also stole from the evidence locker in police stations. But that wasn't enough. He found ways to hack into bank accounts and steal from the various accounts belonging to government agencies.
He also turned his attention to the universities as well. He raided their trust funds and he went after the personal accounts of university professors. Max found that at 26 years old he was a millionaire many times over. But that did not make up for his ruined reputation. All that really meant in Max's mind was that now he had more resourced to facilitate the stealing of even more money.
He couldn't stop. It was like he was on a mission from God to make the corrupt bastards pay. Even when hundreds of law enforcement agencies across the country were all trying to find out who was doing this and either catch him or at least stop him, he pressed his attack. He especially liked stealing money that was only in police hands because the cops themselves had stolen it.
Max had other reasons for never relenting as well. During his crusade he discovered evidence of thousands of police officers who had broken the law and their crimes were covered up by other cops, their superiors, and politicians. Max tried to get the stories out into the media but the government would censor anything that was too critical of the police as a whole.
Some of these bastard cops really made Max sick. There were hundreds of cops who routinely raped children under ten just walking the streets and it was all kept hush. If a victim came out of hiding to tell someone then they'd be at the end of a police beat down and would likely die in the process.
When a government agency or a police department was too tough to break into, Max had to go about things a different way. He put software on their computers that would delete all their date and then encrypt their computers. They would pay huge sums of money to get their computers unencrypted only to find after they had paid that all their data was gone.
Well, it wasn't really gone. Max had a copy of it, but he used that for one thing and one thing only, to find evidence of police wrong doing.
Now, you might be thinking that Max, with all the money he'd stored away, would be living in a very nice house and would have nice cars but he didn't. He paid himself a very small salary from his operation and he lived in a modest apartment he had to sublet because he'd never pass a background check done by a rental agency. He drove a used car he had paid for with cash. He generally wore nice clothes but not really expensive clothes.
Then came the day that Max returned to his apartment after a long day of stealing from the police and there outside the apartment building were police cars. Max wasn't' going to run. He had the moral high ground. He took out his phone and initiated the mass release of documents detailing government corruption to news agencies in fifty other countries. He also initiated the largest cyber attack on the federal government in their history. He was going to put them all back to pencil and paper.
Both the release of the documents and the attack were on a timer. That would give him some negotiating room to hopefully prevent the police from just shooting him on the spot.
He was ready to go be a martyr.
He walked right up to the police and demanded to know why they were there. To Max's great surprise they were actually very polite to him. They told him that they had to release into his custody a 16 year old girl. She was from foster care and Max was listed has her brother. That was bullshit. Max never had a sister.
"No, you are not dropping this girl off at my house."
"Well, then I'm sorry but I have to take you to jail. I have a signed court order that says I have to either leave her here or put you in handcuffs and take you to jail."
Max demanded their names and badge numbers. They supplied them, probably thinking that no complaint Max lodged would ever be taken seriously. Little did they know that Max was probably going to steal every penny they had in the bank and then break into their homes just to destroy the insides.
"Look man," one of the cops said, "you might be right, I don't know. I'm not a lawyer. But that is why we have a court system. You haven't even given the system a chance to hear your side of things. I have to execute this order today, but there is nothing stopping you from going down to the court house tomorrow and appealing to the judge to set this right. Until then I have to execute the order I have."
The aftermath of this was that Max turned off his attack. He'd have to keep that insurance policy for another day. The girl, who looked nothing like him went into the house with her things. Max figured she was a spy or just a tool being used by the government to frame him for another DV charge.
Max didn't let the girl sleep in his house. He went to his next door neighbor and paid her a few hundred dollars to take the girl in until Max could get this settled.
The next day Max marched into the court room of the judge listed on the court order. He had done a check the night before to find out all he could about her. She was only 26 and Max was actually a few months older than her. This was her first year as a judge but that was a laugh. Max was not going to let someone younger than himself hold authority over him. He couldn't find any evidence of her wrong doing or that she'd covered anything up but Max knew that all he had to do was look long enough and he'd find something. Then he'd be morally in the right to steal everything she owned.
"Yes, Mr. Esilva. I'm afraid you aren't on my docket so what brings you before me today?"
"You dropped a girl by my house. Obviously the court has erred in sending her to me and I would like a peace officer to come and take her back into state's custody and remove her from my apartment."
"Oh, so you think I was wrong to send you this girl to take care of? News flash Mr. Esilva, I'm the judge and this is my courtroom so I'm never wrong."
"The state is very clear in the law that says you can not place a child with someone convicted of a domestic violence charge even if they are blood family. Not only is this girl not really my sister but even is she were you can not place her with me."
"Mr. Esilva you might remember there was a popular referendum passed by a majority vote last fall. That new law gives judges like me extraordinary powers in family court cases like this to do almost anything short of actually rescinding sections of the state constitution so long as we feel it is in the best interest of the child. Now of course I think it's an idiotic law to be honest but if they are going to give me the power then I am sure going to use it. You think you can hide behind a DV charge? Well I have news for you, that's not going to work with me. I'm the judge and that means I get my way."
"This puts me in a very difficult position. You say I will go to jail if I don't have her in and another judge says I will go to jail again if I do. So you just want to make me homeless."
"Mr. Esilva, let me show you why I always get my way. It isn't just because I'm the judge or that I know what I need to do to win. I know how to win well. I am expunging your criminal record. Now another judge can't put you in jail. I have made you the guardian of a child under my jurisdiction and that puts you under my jurisdiction for as long as this silly law is on the books you belong to me."
"This won't stand."
"If you still want to talk about this I guess we can continue the matter until ... I have time on my calendar in October."
"October!"
"Good, Court Adjourned."
Yeah, Max was going to have to go after her. Back at the place that Max used as an office he did another check on her family to see if there was anything. So far she was squeaky clean and it frustrated him. So he hacked into the GPS system and found the locations of all her devices. A couple of days went by and he started to get an idea of her pattern and her routine. If she was crooked, and they all were if you looked hard enough, then she was hiding it well.
Or maybe she just kept her illegal activities to the weekend. On Saturday he followed her around. He kept his distance but made sure to get video and audio when he thought it might be important.
That evening it looked like she was on a date. Max followed them to a nice restaurant. He hacked into a mic on the judge's phone and listened to their conversation while they ate. It was mundane and boring. Come on, just do something shady. Hurry up. Max wanted to take the gloves off and go after her. He wanted to eviscerate her life by Monday afternoon.
Maybe if she wasn't going to be a criminal on her own inclination then he'd have to set something up to entice her to break the law. Then he could go after her with a clean conscience.
Max was going to call it a night but for some reason he wanted to go in there and look her in the face.
The judge was sitting and her male date got up from the table and went to do something. Very soon after he left Max went over and sat down in his seat opposite the judge.
"Mr. Esilva? How did you get in here?"
"I'm a man. I go where I like. How did you get in here?"
"I made a reservation. What do you think you're doing coming and sitting here? I can have you arrested for this just in case you're thinking of pulling some stunt."
"Wow, only two sentences in and already you are a terrible conversationalist. Ok, go ahead and have me arrested if you prefer that to talking. While I'm in jail make sure child services picks up the brat you left with me."
"Mr. Esilva, you have a court date and that is the appropriate time to discuss your case."
"I didn't come here to talk about the court case and if you don't mind I would appreciate it if you would drop the subject."
"Then why are you here?"
"How did you become a judge?"
"I was appointed like every other judge."
"I know the process but why you? Of all the people they could have picked, why did they pick you to be a judge?"
